Bent over the dryer

A rumble elsewhere in the house catches my attention. Oh, right—it’s the dryer. Lily’s doing her sheets so they’ll be clean when she gets home. Have to remember I promised to take them out of the dryer—

The dryer. Our old, hot, rumbly dryer that I haven’t replaced because the two of us don’t stress it much. Our hot, rumbly dryer that Rowan called the world’s best vibrator.

If this little vixen wants to be fucked like Rowan, I should introduce her to one of Rowan’s favorite ways to get fucked. “Come with me, little minx,” I tell Scarlett. She gets off the bed in bewilderment but takes my hand and follows me down the hall to the laundry room. “Bend over the dryer.” Her bewilderment grows, but she does as I say.

“This feels nice, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett says in mild surprise. “It’s really warm, and the vibrations feel good.” Then she lets out a startled squeak when I lift one of her legs and lay it on the top of the dryer, along the front edge. That pulls her swollen clit into contact with the machine; she mewls loudly and starts rubbing herself against it.

Scarlett is so into humping the dryer, it takes her by surprise when I thrust hard into her from behind. She shrieks and arches her back, hands scrabbling frantically at the metal. Lifting her leg rotated her torso, leaving one of her tits just begging to be grabbed; I wrap my hand around it and squeeze gently, rubbing her turgid nipple with my thumb. I pull back until only my knob is within her gates, then thrust hard again. She shrieks again and gasps, “Fuck, Mr. Harrison! This is crazy fucking intense . . .” I fuck her steadily and play with her tit, massaging it and thumbing its erect pink point. “Fuck me hard, Mr. Harrison,” she begs. “Pound that little teen pussy with your big hunk of man-meat—don’t hold back—take me hard and fast—fuck that’s deep . . . Pinch my nipple, Mr. Harrison, squeeze my boob, fuck me, fuck me, harder, more, more more more . . .”

I try to give Scarlett the good hard fuck she wants while keeping myself under control so I don’t bruise her against the metal. Feeling the dryer vibrating both our bodies as I pound her tight young cunt is indescribably good for me. It’s obviously just as good for her, because it’s very little time before she lets out a banshee howl, born of the backblast of an explosive climax. She mewls and squeaks and shakes atop the dryer as her pussy spasms and pulses around my shaft, but I pinch her nipple a little harder and keep right on plowing her field. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt anything so good, but I’ve cum in both her mouth and her pussy already, so I’m good for a while.

That seems to be harder for Scarlett to believe, though; her orgasm must have been titanic. She looks over her shoulder at me and gasps, “Still—going?” Then her eyes roll back and she shrieks as she creams again all over my fuckpole. I squeeze her heavy melon and roll its eager pink nub in my fingers. The part of my brain that’s trying to regulate me is losing ground in the waves of sensation; though it warns me that I’m probably giving her some bruises, I give it to her faster and faster, fucking her hard into the dryer.

Scarlett urges me on with wild noises, and with strings of words that sound like sentences that fell on the floor and shattered and are being glued back together by a clumsy kindergartner. She begs me to make her cum even harder this time and pleads for me to cum with her. I know she can’t take much more, and I know I can’t either. My thick, hard cock reams her pussy, the world’s largest vibrator buzzes her button, and my strong hand gropes and massages her tit; she writhes and moans and mewls and squeaks in front of me like a madwoman.

I bend forward as I pummel her and tell Scarlett in a low voice, “You’re such a hot fuck, little vixen, I can’t resist you—I’m going to cum inside you and sow you with my seed. I’m going to fill your sweet young cunt so full of my cream, you’ll feel it sloshing around in you for days.”

She starts to say something, then stiffens up. She screams like an eagle and writhes like a flame as her climax floods her body like a tidal wave. I bury my cock to the balls in Scarlett’s spasming, pulsating cunt one last time and unload; her scream goes higher and wilder as she feels my spunk rocketing into her tight, needy pussy. I reach under her body with my free hand to grab her other tit so I can squeeze them both as I hold myself deep in her tight, wet heat. We cum and cum and cum for what seems like an eternity.

Once she feels like she can actually stand up again, Scarlett leads the way back to the bedroom; we spoon in bed with my hands tenderly cupping her big tits. “That was so fucking good, Mr. Harrison,” she murmurs. “That was incredibly intense . . . You had me so fucking high . . . It’s so good to be fucked by a man who knows how to fuck, who knows what he can do to make me cum, hard and often.”

I kiss her ear and murmur, “It’s my pleasure, baby girl. It’s my pleasure.”